Richard Quest invited me to share his room in a 7 star hotel in Dubai. It was huge. First we had a wonderful meal and looked out the windows onto the city. Of course we had separate beds.
In the morning when I went to take my shower there were two women in their, both hotel employees, one to hand me my towel, and one to give me toilet paper when I finished each operation.
I wore a red paisley address bought in Massachusetts years ago.
While we eating breakfast at a long table with Richard and someone he knew up against the wall, the two men started discussing a business deal, but they didn't want CNN to know. So they got up and left. Richard said he'd see me back at the hotel at dinner time.
I started talking to the woman next to me who had short blond hair and was from Boston area. She said nasty things about my old area of Boston and I realised she was from one of the more snobby suburbs.
As I left planning to go to the room, I realised not only did not have a key I didn't know the room number. I sat in the lobby wondering how I would ever convince anyone to give me a key to a room where I wasn't registered with no identification. I'd left everything in the room.
The worst part was that I had no book to read and without any money, I was going to have to spend the entire day in the lobby.